The white-haired old man was stirring the contents of the cauldron with the cane in his hand, and as he spoke, his eyes staring directly at the contents of the pot, looking like he was dripping with slander. Baidu searched 56 books, and the two big bats beside him also seemed to be tempted by the things cooked in this pot at this time, and turned around in unison, sniffing with a big nose like a pig, looking extremely intoxicated.

Wu Feng was shocked when he heard the white-haired old man say that he was going to cook himself and the big mouse in the pot together, and quickly turned his head, looked at the white-haired old man, and said angrily: "Hey, you white-haired monster!" If you want to kill, you can kill, why torture me like this? I don't want to cook in the same pot with that big mouse! ”

The white-haired old man stopped what he was doing, looked up at Wu Feng, sneered twice, and then said: "Young man, you said that you don't want to be in the same pot as this big mouse, old man, I want to put you in the same pot as it, what can you do with the old man?" ”

"You!" Wu Feng stared at a pair of big eyes, but he was helpless.

The white-haired old man sneered for a while, and actually took a few steps closer to Wu Feng, looked him up and down, and finally stretched out an old hand like dry bark and touched Wu Feng's smooth skin twice, and exclaimed: "What a delicate flesh and skin!" It must be very delicious when cooked......"

Wu Feng was shocked and angry, struggling and scolding: "Get out!" Don't touch me, you old monster! ”

"Hey...... If you don't let the old man touch it, won't the old man touch it? I still want to touch it, old man, not only do I have to touch it, but I will eat your meat in a while, old man......" The white-haired old man said, and reached out and touched Wu Feng's body twice, and the wrinkles on his smiling face were all piled up together, looking a little hideous.

Although Wu Feng struggled hard, he had no choice but to be tied very strongly, and he couldn't move at all, so he had to let the white-haired old man's hand grope around on his body, the old man's hand was dry and stiff, and it was full of calluses.

Wu Feng tried his best to endure the pain, but he was thinking about what kind of tragic death should be for a while, this old man was demonic, he didn't look like a person, and he even ate human flesh, human flesh? When Wu Feng thought of the word human flesh, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he suddenly thought that he was scratched by the murderous corpse of the mother and son, and there was corpse poison on his body, thinking that those vines and those white rats were poisoned because of the blood on his body, when he thought of this, Wu Feng seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, and said to the white-haired old man: "Hey, white-haired monster, if you want to eat the meat on my body, you have to think about it, you look at me like this, my legs and arms are swollen, it is all because I have been poisoned by the corpse, If you eat my flesh, you will be poisoned and die, if you don't believe me, you can look at my teeth, my teeth have been out of my lips, it won't be long before I will become zombies, you can eat human flesh, have you ever heard of anyone who eats zombie meat? ”

As he spoke, Wu Feng also opened his mouth, revealing a few sharp fangs for the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man looked at Wu Feng's sharp fangs, but suddenly laughed twice and said, "Young man, others can't eat zombie meat, but I can eat the old man, because the old man is not human at all!" ”